Tuesday, September 4, 2012

Author Interview: Lily Ennis

Hi all,

Today I'm talking with Lily Ennis, author of the romantic suspense novel Fire in the Mountain. This is Ms. Ennis' debut novel. She is also sharing an excerpt from her novel with us. I hope you will enjoy reading more about this intriguing novel and up-and-coming author.

I live in a rural area outside a town of 6,000 people on a
small lifestyle block with my husband Geoff, four gorgeous ginger tabbies, a
40+ something year old sulphur crested cockatoo and a wonderful goat called
Charlie.I treat every minute of the day
precious and am never bored.Everything
interests me – okay, not sports, not really.

Briefly describe
your novel Fire In The Mountain

It’s based on two people who meet each other again after
three decades.They get themselves
tangled in a mysterious theft.Lana
returned to New Zealand
after the tragic death of her husband, Yuri.Both were musicians.Too painful
to continue without him, she finds solace in her old school friend, Sarah, who
inspires her to take up geology.She
settles into her new life and new love until she unexpectedly reunites with
Paul, her first love.With that she is
thrown into turmoil as she tries to reconcile the girl she once was with the
woman she became.

Paul travelled the world studying volcanoes, devoting little
time to his marriage, but he came home to study Mt Ruapehu’s lahar.His love for Lana never died and when he
learns of her whereabouts he engineers himself back into her life.

Every day of his life Alfred tried not to think of his years
spent in prison camps.Then some medals
are stolen and he is inextricably thrown back to Monte Cassino. But as he follows the search for the medals he
is pleased to add some excitement to his sedate retirement years until it comes
at a cost, first to Lana and Paul, and then himself.

Where did your
inspiration come from for this novel?

I met up with someone from school and it was not what I
expected.That covers the romance
bit.I recently completed a geology
degree so wanted to set the novel against the dynamic backdrop of an erupting
volcano.Surely, there is no more
interesting place on earth than where the earth is being made!

It has to influence whether I recognize it or not.I certainly am influenced by my surroundings
and living in the country keeps me grounded in what the seasons are doing and
how the environment slowly changes.

What do you do for
fun?

Martial arts, Scottish country dancing, embroidery and I
play a few instruments.Of course I
read, that goes without saying.But for
serious fun I am secretary of the local SPCA and along with hands on
volunteering at the shelter I spend a lot of time on policy and governance
issues.

What books have you
read recently that you've enjoyed?

Labrynth by Kate Mosse

The Six Wives of Henry VIII by Antonia Fraser

The Captive Queen by Alison Weir

The Girl in Times Square by
Paullina Simons

Birdsong by Sebastian Faulks

Are you working on
a novel right now? Can you tell us a little bit about it?

I am.It’s about some
Japanese submariners that beached in New Zealand and sat out the rest of
the war as prisoners.It’s also about
Kitty, a school teacher and Robert, a physicist who eventually get together.However, Robert’s role in the war is not
altogether clear and it holds the romance up somewhat.Pivotal to the plot is Robert’s relationship
with the Japanese.Watch this space.

It had not been an easy sleep.Eruptions had been relentless all night.Each time she had awoken to a particularly
disturbing explosion Emma and Paul had also jolted into life.It seemed they had snatched less than one or
two hours at a time.When the morning
light finally woke Lana, it was silent outside.The wood-lined walls of the hut were shadowy. She held her sleeping bag close to her face
leaving only her eyes peeking out from its folds.She unwillingly looked at the window.She didn’t want to see a thick ash-strewn
landscape or swirls of ash flying past.She wanted it all to be a dream.But it hadn’t been her imagination.The air was thick and no sunshine was able to penetrate.She glanced over to Paul’s sleeping bag.It was empty.She pulled it to her face and breathed in his scent that impregnated the
soft down.It was cold.He had left long ago.She listened.Nothing.She quickly sat up and
looked around.No Emma either.

‘Damn!’She clenched
her fists and beat them on her mattress.No wonder Emma had so willingly conceded defeat last night.She had every intention of accompanying Paul
and he had bloody let her!

It was calm outside.The hut for once was not trembling.She peeled herself out of her bag
and dressed in full thermals with trousers and shirt over top, ready for a day
on the mountain should she get the opportunity.Then she ran her fingers through her hair and padded out to the main
room.She made straight for the
door.She’d held a slim hope that Paul
and Emma were sitting on the deck with a hot cup of tea watching the
sunrise.But the deck was empty and
their boots had gone.How dare they!It was clear that Paul had wanted Emma with
him or they would have woken the whole hut arguing about it.She stomped back inside and let the door slam
behind her.

The others were not up.There was a light breeze coming through the broken window with ash
swirling its way in.She trotted back to
her pack and cut up her bright yellow plastic pack liner then fastened a piece
of it to the window frame with insulation tape.It gave the room a surreal cheerful look.

Bill was tossing and turning on his bunk, lying diagonally
across several mattresses and muttering.She went to him and placed her hand on Bill’s forehead.A bit hot.

‘Not that one,’ Bill muttered.The comment caught Lana by surprise and she
quickly withdrew her hand.

‘Which one?’ she asked squatting alongside the bunk.

‘Purple ribbon.’

‘What purple ribbon Bill?’ Lana pressed him.

‘Tom’s granddad.’

‘Who is Tom?’

‘Tom,’ he repeated.

‘Where is the purple ribbon Bill?’ asked Lana.

‘Ant.’

‘Ant,’ Lana murmured to herself.An insect or a name?Antony?She decided to lead the questioning.‘How did you hurt yourself Bill?’

‘Ant.’

A name, Lana decided.‘Who is Ant?’

‘You shouldn’t have taken it,’ Bill warned.

‘What did I take?’ asked Lana.

‘Cross.’

‘With a purple ribbon?’

‘Stop it,’ Bill made a thrusting movement with one arm.

‘Are you in a fight?Bill?Are you in a fight?’ Lana
repeated.

He made another thrusting movement and rolled away from
Lana.Just then the door to the bunkroom
opened and Dave came out.He quickly
surveyed the room.

‘What’s going on?’ he asked Lana.

Lana bristled at his tone.

‘What’s he been saying?’

‘Just about a ribbon.’

‘And?’ he spat.

There was maliciousness behind that one word.It scared her.

‘And nothing.Look
your mate better see to him if he’s a doctor.He’s clearly not well,’ she implored.‘He’s reliving something stressful and it’s the fever bringing that on.’

Dave looked around the room furtively.He opened the door to Lana’s bunkroom and
glanced in.‘Where are your friends?’ he
asked.

‘They’ve gone out for a minute,’ she lied.‘They’ll be back any time now.’

She rose from her squatting position and made for the door
of the hut.Dave took a half step to one
side so she could pass but not so easily that she didn’t rub against him.

‘Where are you going?’ he asked.

She turned, glared at him and slammed the door after her.

It was a trek of some fifty metres uphill over uneven
ash-covered, rock-strewn ground to the toilet.A mid-green plastic box battened down with steel guy ropes stood
sentinel above the little hut.As she
climbed she had a good view of the ash column spewing out of the volcano.She looked down over the east side of the
mountain.The ground was covered in a
fairytale powder of fine ash.Previously
dark brown and red rocks were now a pale shade of grey.It was a different place.She felt like an observer from another planet.She suddenly imagined the little green toilet
was a dark blue police box and Paul was the Doctor and she was the beautiful
assistant.

She was surprised to see she was trembling.The man calling himself Dave, who clearly was
not called Dave, was intimidating.He
didn’t need to be.It was like she and
the others had done something to upset him.

She studied the hut from above.It was a simple structure, rectangular in
shape with a single gable roof.Apart
from the two bunkrooms and the communal living area there was a small warden’s
quarter attached to the north end.An
open deck linked the two.There was a
solitary stainless steel sink attached to one end of the deck, quite out of
place.Even from here she could see the
small yellow cake of soap she’d left next to the tap.A small black polythene water tank was
situated on a wooden trestle to the rear of the building.The hut was covered in fine ash and there
were trails in the ash on the roof left by the tumbling molten rocks.The water tank appeared to be in tact.Both the hut and tank was also secured with
metal guy ropes; testament to the ferociousness of alpine winter storms.

On
her way back down the hill she heard footsteps behind her.She halted and looked around only to be assailed
upon by Dave.He held onto a fist-sized
boulder and raised it above his head.Lana immediately bent forward ramming her rump into his body.He lurched forward with the unexpected shock
of the impact grunting as he did so.She
let out a gnarled guttural scream as she curled her right hand into a fist and
using assistance from her left hand to drive it she projected her right elbow
into his midriff.She felt her elbow
sink into his soft upper belly.He had
been surprised by her counter and had not thought to tighten his stomach
muscles.Instead her elbow connected
with his solar plexus.Dave gasped for
breath caught unawares and sucking at the top of his lungs for precious
life-sustaining air.He crunched forward
heaving as Lana knew he would and his head was perfectly positioned for a smack
to the face.She swung her right fist
up, pivoting at the elbow and smashed him with a back fist to his face.She felt the back of her fist connect with the
gristle of his nose.

It was what she had trained for all
those long years. She had always
wondered if she’d need to use her skills.And if caught in a situation would she be able to react
instinctively?She’d always found it
difficult to touch her training partner’s head – something about the touch of
their eyes, wet mouth, sweaty forehead.It repelled her.But now the
adrenalin fuelled the fight, as she’d always hoped it would when it came down
to it.Dave howled and dropped heavily to
the ground clutching his nose.It began
to swell and his eyes watered.She
lifted a booted foot and stomped on his head until she saw the first blood
streak his cheek.He extracted a
mouthful of expletives.

She was pleased to hear it.At least she hadn’t projected the bones of his nose into his brain and
killed him.She looked at the damage she
had inflicted.She couldn’t feel safe
unless he was unconscious.Her training
told her to run or to administer a more permanent resolution to her
attacker.But she was prevented from
executing further damage as Jim appeared downhill of her.The angle of the incline gave her a temporary
height advantage.She was aware that she
was still vulnerable to attack from Dave but she had bought herself time.Jim came straight for her.He was unaware that the target he presented
to Lana was more vulnerable, in fact the best she’d ever been offered for the
sort of attack she contemplated.She
summed up her situation in a split second and directed a beautiful
straight-legged Muay Thai kick to Jim’s groin.He let out a blood-curdling scream as he doubled over clutching himself.Lana grabbed onto Jim’s shoulders and with a
mighty holler brought her right knee up to his face smashing his head on it as
she did so.Her knee connected with his
nose which made a dull crack as it broke.

But then the time she’d bought ran out.She felt the earth disappear from under her
as she took a wallop to the back of her legs.Dave had found himself in the unenviable position of being on the ground,
bleeding from head wounds and possibly affecting any possibility of good
decision-making.However, to his
advantage he was now below Lana’s centre.He grasped her lower legs propelling her face down onto the ground and
he dragged her until she was half on top of him.Her worst nightmare.She shouldn’t have let herself go to the
ground.Now she really would have to get
close to her assailant if she was going to win this.Mount, side mount, bridge, post.Words flooded into her head.Why was he still flailing under her?Don’t give him space, she heard her sensei
over her shoulders.Keep your arms
tight.Use your body, dead weight
Lana.She tried to relax into a dead
weight like she had been taught but she wasn’t lying over his chest enough to
squash the air out of him and hindermovement
of his torso so she flailed her arms and legs, twisted her body around and hit
out at him.She had all her weapons
free, punching and elbowing, sometimes connecting, sometimes not.She cursed her wasted energy at an
unconnected blow.She kept her body writhing
from side to side, bringing one leg up at a time and digging in Dave’s ribs
with her knees.

Her face suddenly was buried in his groin and she bit hard
into his thigh.He screamed again and
this time jerked her upwards and his legs shot up off the ground.She grabbed the soft flesh behind his thigh
and pinched it, twisting it before letting it go.Then her face fell back into his groin
directly over his scrotum.She felt the
soft flesh under layers of fabric fill her mouth.It was worse than anything she’d ever
experienced.She gagged on the furry
fabric of his trousers and the sweaty urine odour it harboured.She heaved.She should bite, but it was against her nature.She couldn’t fill her mouth with his balls
and his blood.She shouldn’t think of
it.She should just do it.No time to think about it.She knew she shouldn’t take her weight off
him.It would be all over if she gave
him space but the sick feeling in her stomach dominated the rules that she’d
learnt to play by.

‘Hold the cow still,’ Dave yelled as he grasped a chunky
boulder.He was scared; she could hear
it in his voice.He didn’t know that she
was completely and utterly spent.

Jim regained his feet and stooped to take hold of Lana’s
wildly kicking legs.His fingers found
her trousers and he pulled the fabric.They gave way and slipped a little pulling away from her.Then she felt strong hands around her ankles
as Jim dragged her off Dave onto the uneven cold ground.She wanted to pull her pants up.The cold bit at her skin, but she had to get
up.Can’t have her back to her
attackers, most dangerous place.She
panted, unsure what to do.She was aware
of Dave’s arm raised in the air.She
shot a glance at Jim, whose face registered terror.It was enough to make her roll onto her side
but it was too late.Now she could see
Dave’s bloody face and wild eyes behind the rock that struck her head.And then there was darkness.

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I'd like to thank Lily for sharing information about herself and her novel with us and for sharing this interesting excerpt. Be sure to pick up your copy of Fire in the Mountain at Amazon or Smashwords.

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